I wish I cared more

when you told me you loved me.

Why didn’t it matter

when you said that you cared?

I waited until you had opened the door;

and when I looked in

I just stood there and stared.

Perhaps it’s because

it took you forever

to tell me the feelings

I already knew.

And when I decided to look at the source

disbelief met my eyes

couldn’t conceive it was true.

The words hit my ears

with a force light and airy.

They bounced off my heart

which was empty and cold.

It needed to hear this, dispel all my fears;

by the time you expressed it

the speech just seemed old.

I felt that you viewed me

as a bittersweet haven;

a sometime to dream of;

a some place of sweet bliss.

And I have no desire for you to see

this as a mirage

or a daydream you miss.

Guess what? I don’t care

if you say that you love me.

And it doesn’t quite matter

when you say what you need.

‘Cause now when you’re talking it’s to the thin air.

I can’t even hear you;